There are stories and stories of priorities and how they played out in the lives of people I work and socialize with. As I question the accountability of others to the commitments made and seemingly accepted, I find myself looking in the mirror. When I begin to vocalize my frustration, fears, and uncertainties, I find myself listening to the whispers and quiet voices of those nearest me. It seems that they are talking about me rather than for me.
As tragic anniversaries have reminded me, life is always about what I can do in the moment that is now. The past is a place to learn and grow. The future is a way to imagine what could be with our best. In the present we are gifted with doorways and windows to more. The keys to each are within us. Our freedom and how we exercise it determines what is seized as well as what is lost.
It is easy to look around and say of others, “They only cared about pleasing themselves in that desert, provoked God with their insistent demands.” (Psalm 106.14) Without taking time to understand the story and context that those closest to us are going through, I find myself sitting in judgement. When I take the time to hear and consider, in most cases I catch myself taking the same steps. At the very least, compassion and understanding emerge.
I do not have a magic blanket that I can cast over others, giving them the insight that will create a fresh vision. I can share two threads that continue to guide.
The priority that makes a difference is the one that I embrace now. It is not always easy to hold onto my greatest aspirations. When I maintain my focus on the greater story, good things follow.
Looking for ways to help those around me is better than focusing on what is wrong. There is a time for judgement. In most cases, it is rare and often the role for others. My priority is to help in ways that are helpful.
